The Saurus is my favorite dinosaur

If this were an actual trap, I would have been caught. Most of my colleagues would have been, too. English majors (and copy editors) like me really can't resist wanting to reach into the screen to grab the erroneous "you're," pluck out the apostrophe like an errant eyebrow hair, hack off the "e" and squish it all back together. We do it every day, less out of pedantry than compulsion.

My only question with this "Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal" is who is hunting English majors, and why? Are these flannel-clad men job hunters? Sensitive chaps who want to corral free ghostwriting and proofreading skills for the autobiographies they've always wanted to write but haven't ever felt confident enough to do so? We'll probably never know. But that little bit of mystery, combined with the epic levels of sugary whimsy found in every SMBC, is what keeps me reading.

As for the whole grammar/spelling stickler thing, I can't promise us English majors are going to tone it down any. Not while Deer Jesus is still out there, anyway...